I ran, not looking back, no no never even dare to look back, if I look back I'm lost, if I look back it gets me. So I ran, ran and ran as fast as could be, fearful, terrified, trembling because it was behind me, it was coming, it was near. My legs stumbled and arms pinwheeled but I couldn't stop to regain my balance oh no I can't stop can never stop, because it's behind me, it's coming, it wants me. So I ran, ran as fast as a coursing river, as fast as my legs could go. Still, it was behind me, it was coming. I could hear it now, hear it's soft breeze like breathing, hear the light padding of it's feet upon the ground. It's was no closer than before, yet no farther either, it was behind me, and so I ran.
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